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Jimin nervously bit his lip as he paced around the apartment, wringing his hands and tugging at his hair.

Even before his birthday, he'd been getting nauseous, headaches, and was tired a lot of the time. He didn't think much of it as he was still adjusting to his college schedule, and was on a super strict diet for dance. He chalked much of it up to stress, and frustration from the Yoongi drama.

It was a week later, that Jimin knew they were done. Yoongi did too, but they hadn't talked. There was no closure.

The boy would be lying if he said he didn't miss the blonde.

He missed him a lot, but he was surviving.

Well, up until now.

He'd somehow become the epitome of cliches when the girl in the story was completely baffled at the situation.

'How could I be pregnant? We used a condom!'

But seriously...how the fuck did this happen?

With all the stress that came with college, all the hurt that came with Yoongi, Jimin had completely missed some crucial signs.

And now here he was, waiting for the longest five minutes of his life to flip over a few plastic tests that would reassure him that he was not pregnant.

The timer went off on Jimin's phone, and he took a breath as he grabbed the first test.

With the reality of it all, holding the test in his grasp, a small sliver of doubt that maybe he was pregnant...

He didn't want to look now.

It felt like things were moving in slow motion, his heart pounding in his chest, as he slowly turned the slender piece of plastic, a shaky breath escaping his lips.

A bright pink plus sign.

Hands shaking, even more, Jimin quickly flipped the other three over.

Every single one had a pink plus sign.

His knees gave out from underneath him, a hand gripping the bathroom sink, the other practically crushing the four tests in his palm. An ugly sob left his lips as he was no longer able to hold back his emotions.

How could he have been so stupid? How could he let this happen?

Tears started pouring down his cheeks. Deep, heavy sobs, wracking his chest, as he poured out his feelings for the first time in a while.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around him, and even though he knew better than to wish for Yoongi, some part of his heart still did.

Shit, Yoongi!

What was he going to tell the man?

Taehyung hugged the boy tight, Jimin pressing himself into his best friend.

"Taehyungie..." Jimin choked out.

The younger continued to stroke Jimin's hair, whispering reassuring words to try and calm him.

Eventually, Jimin didn't have any more water in his system to cry out and was reduced to irregular hiccups and sniffles.

The two of them sat on the bathroom floor, Taehyung leaning against the wall, with Jimin pressed against his chest. He could only stare at the four pieces of plastic clenched in his palm that determined his fate.

Now, what was he going to do?

His days of being a dancer were over. There was no way he'd be able to diet and exercise the way he was with another human being growing inside of him.

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